Cold Metal, Smooth Lips

He'd die    
again and again    
  
Playing out; set on repeat.  
I'm within a closed,
private cinema.

I thought I'd escape    
just for a little while.    
Drink    
and sing    
to drown him out.    

Not here,
no.
Here, it is worse.
The screams are louder.
I lied to me.

Louder,    
he screams.    
Softer,    
I sing.    
I cannot ignore,    
I drink again.    
  
I walk    
through the dark    
to a point where I stop    
this point,    
here.    
A tribute,    
to a death set in stone.    
  
Tracing my fingertips    
I caress a jagged piece of metal    
Its coolness, indifference.    
Its jagged edge, hardly eager.  
  
Too loud for me here    
the streets bustle    
individual lives    
do they see    
know    
or understand    
  
That I have found their humanity    
in a cold,    
jagged piece of metal.    
With her rigid edge enticing    
glistening as hot pink lips would..  
 
She wants to kiss me,  
taste me.  
And bleed me dry.